Page 68 of His Secret Wish

He lifted his head. “Shh, my love. You don’t want anyone to hear, do you?”

She shook her head, biting her lip to keep from making any more noise. He sucked her other nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue. Fire ignited her nerve endings. She gasped, the breath forced out of her lungs.

His fingers found the place where they were joined. She flexed her hips, needing him to touch her. He gathered some wetness and then found her clit, rubbing it between his fingers, one on each side. Sensation streaked through her, making her skin tingle.

She rocked her hips harder, pushing against his fingers, and then pushing him deep. “Please, Owen. Please.” The plea was broken, her voice barely held together.

“Whatever you want, beautiful. And you never have to beg, just ask.” He adjusted his fingers, pressing hard against her clit. The muscles in her thighs and butt tightened, her hips faltering in their rhythm. He started rubbing her clit in the circular pattern that always sent her over the edge.

It only took a few flicks of his fingers, and she was coming. She slammed her pelvis against his, pushing him as deep as possible, grinding her clit against his fingers. Her thighs quivered, her muscles gripping her bones tight enough to break. A whimpering sound escaped her throat, the only sound she allowed herself.

Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his cock, and he grunted, lifting his hips. “Oh, sweet girl, you feel so good. I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”

She ground herself against him hard, fire screaming through her veins, burning her up from the inside out. Her toes curled, her feet cramping. But it felt too good to care. Her pussy squeezed again, sending flames skipping through her pelvis.

He growled, his hips flexing again, pushing him deeper, even though she didn’t think it was possible. Her entire body trembled as the heat inside her washed away, making her feel languid and melty. She fell forward on to his chest, burying her face against his neck.

His cock flexed inside her, making her whimper. He turned his head, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. But he didn’t do anything else, just let her lay there, trying to catch her breath. His fingers were still circling her clit, the touch soft, barely there. Every few moments another tremor slipped through her, making her inner muscles pulse against his cock.

Each time they did, he huffed out a breath, his body tensing underneath her. Other than that, he didn’t move, didn’t pressure her, didn’t take anything for himself.

How was that fair?

She pressed her lips against the skin of his throat, licking his salty skin, and then using her teeth to gently bite. He groaned, which turned into a growl, when she squeezed her inner muscles tight against him, and rolled her pelvis against his.

“Oh, mi cariño, if you don’t stop, I won’t be able to hold back.” His voice was ragged, strain running through every word.

She trailed tiny kisses up to his ear. “I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to fuck me, make me come again.”

The dirty confession made him flex his hips hard, almost lifting her off the bed. He increased the pressure against her clit, going from light, barely there touches to firm, direct pressure in lightning speed. She growled against his neck, licking and nibbling his skin. Rubbed her sensitive nipples against the light dusting of hair on his chest.

His free hand landed just above her ass. pressing her down. He drove his hips up, pushing into her deeply, over and over again. She slammed her hips against his, the friction reigniting the fire inside her.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come.” The words sounded like they were torn from him.

She doubled her efforts, pushing her hips firmly against his. The rhythm of his hips faltered, his thrusts becoming erratic. He pinched her clit hard, and she bit his neck, her entire body tensing for one hard heartbeat. A massive tremor coursed through her, making her shake.

He grunted, lifting his hips so he was pushed so deep inside her she didn’t know where she ended and he began. His cock jumped inside her pussy, and she knew he was coming. She gripped him tight, trying to milk him for everything he was worth.

His hips flexed against her with every hard spurt, burrowing his cock as deep as possible. He grunted with every pulse, his ass tightening. She licked and sucked on his neck in between the dirty words she whispered against his skin.

With a final grunt, he fell back to the bed, taking her with him. His chest heaved underneath her, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. He pulled his hand from between them, after one last rub on her clit that sent a shiver through her.

They laid there in the silence, neither of them moving. His cock softened and slipped out of her. Her pelvis quivered, and he moaned.

“I should go to the bathroom.” Her words were muffled against his skin. She really didn’t feel like moving, but getting an infection was not on her list of must dos.

He rubbed his cheek against her hair and made a humming sound that reverberated through his chest and right into hers.

She pulled back to stare at him. The sincerity in his gaze seared her. As did the love she could no longer deny. Her chest turned heavy and tight. It had been so much easier when they were angry at each other, so much easier when she wasn’t this close to him, didn’t have to see him, spend time with him.

Realize why she loved him.

It would be so easy to fall back into the life they’d shared for so many years.

And, in that moment, she wanted to so much, it scared her.

“Well, then...” She scrambled off him and off the bed, picking up her clothes as quickly as possible. The urge to look at him overwhelmed her, and she gave in, glancing in his direction.